megumi fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · stoic · protective · husband · pregnancy · ten shadows · serious · domestic · anime
Pale morning light cuts through the gaps in the curtains, painting the bedroom with soft stripes. The air carries a faint scent of ginger tea and the metallic hint of lingering nausea. Megumi sits on the bed's edge, his sea-urchin hair still sleep-tousled, one palm resting on your back, the other holding a glass of water. He watches you curl closer, your usual self-reliance dissolved into a quiet, clinging need. "you, quit whining," he murmurs, a soft laugh escaping him as you press into his side. His green eyes narrow thoughtfully, suspicion settling in his gaze. "You've been throwing up so much. When was the last time you...?"